What's Your Guilty Pleasure?
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Wednesday night is cleaning night at my house. It has to be this way, because otherwise I will live in squalor until the health department comes in. I don't like to clean. And so I dance. With my broom. Like the Swiffer ads, but, I hope, less soccer mum-y. I am not proud. But I am also not knee-deep in my own filth. It's a compromise I've learned to live with.
alright! alright! I confess I secretly listens to the bee gees every so often 8O